#Giambattista zappi

[theitcharchives]

Let’s play a lit game. Guess which of these 1700s/early 1800s Italian poets is who

The one who went to work abroad and refused to learn the language his whole life, forcing his imperial employer to learn his, writing all his work of 50+ years in Italian and keeping only a few select also Italian friends;

The one who founded a nowadays still existing academy for scholars and then ditched it when it started veering off path from what he intended;

The one who 99% of the time wrote poems about his imaginary muse, an older woman he supposedly had the hots for since he was a kid;

The one who chose violence and wrote about her emotionally cheating husband fixated on a past lover when everyone else liked to write about frivolous love and picnics;

The one who wrote such an important treatise on the justice system it was used as the basics to reform most European law codes but bailed on his first trip abroad to discuss it and refused to go see the tsarina because Saint Petersburg was too cold;

The three brothers–two who founded a lit circle whose discussions ended in fistfights, the older one paid n.5′s travel expenses and sent the middle one to make sure n. 5 didn’t make a fool of himself in front of the French senpais that had finally noticed them. Middle one failed and went on to England on his own. Youngest one is rumored to be the bio dad of the first Italian novelist, who’s also n.5′s grandkid;

The one who was born poor and worked as a preceptor, fought with his first employers and quit, wrote an extremely successful callout poem about nobility, tutored the guy who became the father figure of First Novelist Guy, and managed to keep his government job through two power shifts because he was just that good of an admin;

The one who was born filthy rich but fucking hated any power hierarchy and any stupid hypocritical enlightened monarch, wrote a fuck you for everyone he could manage including that sellout of n.1 who whored his poetry out to the Austrian tyrants, looked Frederick II the Great right in the eye and found him lacking, loved the French revolutionists at first but decided they’d become filthy tyrants themselves once they started killing everyone and made a mad escape from France, and wrote an autobiography that is frankly fucking hilarious;

N.8 and n.7 fanboy that never properly settled, changing city depending on the government, and preferred self exiling and dying in poverty abroad rather than work for the Austrian occupants that offered him a job;

 The one who stayed up at night to read n.8′s autobiography and then got so excited he wrote a sonnet about it even if he frigging hated sonnets and said he’d never write one. This poor sod was the most depressed sickly guy in the history of Italian literature, tried to run away from home but his overprotective dad busted his plan, had a thousands of pages long notebook, said poetry comes from pain and that half seen things are better than whole things because he was obviously biased by being a wet rag of a man that died young. I still love him;

“Fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you, fuck you very popular organization, fuck you icon of literature, fuck you main cultural event of my century, and fu–no you’re cool actually–fuck you instead, and fuck you, and what’s this? Schadenfreude? For getting to say the ultimate fuck you to a very popular guy for criticizing my blorbo? Enjoyable. And fuck you. All my friends are important people. Fuck my family.”

[peysk]

There literally was an anime like last season about a guy who becomes a stray dog and is then picked up by the girl he likes and then very basic poor taste erotic hijinks ensue . Giambattista Felice Zappi you would've loved that shit

Italian poets in the 18th century were writing self insert poems about being isekaid and reborn as the tiny pathetic dog owned by greek goddesses who would tease and play with them . They were lame ass rich kids who'd commission artists to paint them sitting in the beautiful idyllic fields of Arcadia, dressed in their little shepherd-poet outfit and holding a pan flute. Truly the lamest people I was ever taught about in literature class

[mariannalion]

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Le dissi ‘io t’amo’ , e disse il core , ché tanto dir la lingua non potea

-Giambattista Zappi

[dreamerwithoutthewings]

“Le dissi “io t’amo”, e disse il core, ché tanto dir la lingua non potea.” - Giambattista Zappi (via @dreamerwithoutthewings )